King's Barber

by M. D. Gregory

  Luke moved with me, fucking my mouth so hard he made me choke. I opened my jaw wider, giving him free rein to use me how he wanted, and he did exactly that. He grabbed my head and thrust roughly between my lips, and all I could do was hold onto his hips and breathe. The noises that left his mouth had my cock throbbing with need, and the nerves in my body were on fire, sending tingling sensations shooting through me. I wanted him so badly it hurt.

  “I’m gonna come,” he growled out, his voice strained deeper than normal. He shoved into my mouth one more time before he froze, trembling and groaning as his load shot down my throat. I choked and gagged but stayed still until he was done, and when he pulled out his softening cock, I sucked in air needily. My chest heaved and I laughed.

  “Were you trying to breed my throat?” I joked.

  “Throat babies.” He panted and chuckled, leaning back against the island for support. “Now get up here so I can fuck you.”

  I eyed his tired cock with raised eyebrows. “That’s not going to fuck anyone.”

  “Give me five, baby, and then I’ll be ready to go again.”

  I snorted and stood, my knees aching already. Thirty years old sometimes felt like eighty, especially after the rest I’d had protecting Luke. My body was used to moving, whether it was during a chase or fighting. Gym work didn’t help, either, and I wasn’t in the frame of mind to think about quitting. Not yet. Once Luke’s attackers were dealt with, because I was sure there would be more, I could go back to living the life of an assassin.

  I took a seat at one of the tall chairs at the island and patted him on the shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re getting old.”

  “Old?” Luke grunted. “I’m twenty-seven. What are you? Twenty-five?”

  Cocking my head, I laughed. “I don’t know if you’re just flirting again, or if you’re serious. I’m thirty.”

  His eyes widened. “Fuck off.”

  “I’ve told you that.” I shook my head and gave myself a squeeze through my pants. Shrugging, I stared at his chest. I couldn’t resist reaching over and running my fingers through the hair between his pecs and pinching the nipple ring, smiling when he shivered. His cock jerked and was already half hard again.

  “Did you take Viagra?”

  “Nah, I’ve had that shit before. My stiffy didn’t go away for a whole fucking day the last time I tried it.” He poked his tongue out between his teeth and laughed.

  “How much of it did you take?” I shook my head. “Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”

  He shrugged and seized my wrist, yanking at it and me until I was on my feet. Hooking his fingers under my shirt, he pulled it up and over my head, and I helped him by raising my arms. When his fingers went to my belt, I let him do all the work, and soon he had me in my bright green briefs.

  “Nothing fancy today?” he asked with a smirk. “Are we becoming an old married couple now that we’ve fucked once, Quain?”

  I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need to impress you with my underwear. You’d fuck me even if I wore granny panties.”

  Luke’s chest rumbled with laughter as he fell to his knees. The sight warmed my stomach and I sucked in a breath between my teeth. “Yeah, that’s fucking right, too.”

  “Was there any need to swear there?” I teased.

  “Sorry, Dad.” He rolled his eyes and grinned, grabbing my asscheeks and hauling me closer. I gasped when he yanked down my underwear, leaving me completely naked with my cock bouncing in front of him.

  “Please don’t call me that while you’re on your knees in front of me.” The thought of Jeremy Booth had me wincing, but he soon left my mind the moment Luke’s hot mouth was on me. He worked his tongue and lips, sucking and licking in ways that had me caught between trembling and cursing up a storm, but that only amused him into chuckling around my flesh.

  I closed my eyes, tingles of pleasure racing through me and heading south to my balls. He knew how to use his mouth, and I could already tell this wasn’t going to last long. It’d been a while since I had another man’s lips on my cock, and even though we’d fucked last night, there was a difference between getting fucked and having his mouth on me. The suction felt so fucking good.

  I slid my hand over his short hair, careful not to hurt him by being rough with his injury, and down to the back of his neck, resting my palm there and guiding him onto my cock. Rocking my hips forward in sync with him, I moaned. My balls throbbed and my orgasm tormented me, teetering on the edge of explosion. I was so close it hurt. A few more thrusts and I’d lost all sense of control.

  “I’m coming,” I moaned, and he gripped my hips, holding me tightly as I shivered through my release. Stars exploded behind my closed eyes and a wildfire raged inside me, heading straight to my balls. Cum spurted from my cock and landed on Luke’s tongue and across his face, a stripe painting itself across his closed eye and the dark lashes that framed it. The sight nearly made me come a second time.

  Luke laughed, wiping at some of my release and licking his fingers. “Yeah, you taste good.”

  I collapsed against the island, exhaustion overtaking me. My limbs were jelly and I sat my ass in one of the chairs to stop myself from collapsing on the floor. “Christ.”

  “Nope, he’s not in the room right now. You can pray in gratitude about me later.” He winked, and I rolled my eyes. I grabbed his shirt, which he hadn’t taken off yet, and dragged him into a deep, mind-bending kiss that had my cock attempting to rise, even if it failed. Luke’s hadn’t grown fully hard yet, either.

  “I guess I’ll keep you for a little while,” I murmured against his lips.

  He kissed the corner of my mouth and then my cheek. “I should have expected you’d be wild in the sheets.”

  I snorted. “You’ve had sex with me once. This doesn’t count.”

  “I think it does.” He made a show of licking his lips slowly. “I’ve tasted you now, baby. That counts as a whole lot of sperm babies in my throat.”

  I frowned at him, not sure if I wanted to smack him over the head or laugh. Probably both, and I would have if someone hadn’t knocked on the door. Cursing the person for the worst timing, I rushed to grab my clothes. Luke did the same, but the sound of something colliding with one of the chairs had me glancing over my shoulder.

  He held his toe. “Motherfucking slut on a Harley.” He glared at the offending chair. “Who put that there? It hit my toe.”

  I laughed and shook my head as I got my underwear, pants, and shirt on just as whoever was at the door knocked again. I had an idea of who it could have been because they hadn’t used the bell. When I was sure Luke had his pants on, I stalked toward the front door and yanked it open, hoping it was someone selling something so I could tell them to fuck off and get back inside and fuck Luke.

  I never had that kind of luck, though.

  My shoulders slumped at the sight of the person on the other side. “Dad.”

  Dad cocked his head, his bushy gray eyebrows furrowed in concern when he gave me a once-over. He reminded me of Zahra in a lot of ways, with the same expression of apprehension. They also had the same wide nose, thin lips, and strong jawline. I had Mom’s softer features, which Zahra always said made her jealous.

  “What are you doing here? I told you KC’s busy, or I would have brought him to spend the weekend with you.”

  “I was worried.” He grunted and crossed his arms over the hideous fur vest he liked wearing. Made of real bear fur, he wore it everywhere, and I absolutely detested it. Killing humans I could do, but not animals. They weren’t like people—they lived to survive and weren’t selfish or greedy. But Dad loved the sport of it. In another life he might have been a serial killer like me. “KC likes coming to see me, and this is the second weekend he’s canceled.”

  He didn’t like visiting, but I also didn’t have the heart to tell Dad. “He’s busy,” I said bluntly, narrowing my eyes. “And if you’ve come to get him, he’s not here.”

  “I don’t believe you.�
� He shoved his way past me, and I sighed, closing the door behind him. By the time I followed him into the kitchen, he and Luke were already having a stare-off. “Who’s this hippie?”

  Luke snorted out a laugh and matched Dad’s stance. “Hippie?”

  “Yeah, you know, those kids who wear leather and pretend to be cool. Drink organic shit and protest hunting animals.” Dad glared at him. He was about the same height as Luke, maybe a little shorter, but had a wider frame.

  “Dad, you mean hipster.” I sighed and leaned against the kitchen island. “This is Luke, he’s not one of those newfound kids you like raving about. He’s a biker, one of the Kings of Men MC.”

  “Oh well, then, that’s fine.” Dad laughed and held out his hand. “Name’s Roy Beaumont. How ya going, Luke?”

  Luke raised his brows in surprise but took Dad’s hand and shook it. “Fine, thanks.”

  “You my son’s boyfriend?” he asked.

  “Dad.” I heaved a sigh and stepped forward, standing beside Dad and giving Luke an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about him. He lives on the outskirts and has no manners.” I nudged Dad and glared. “Apologize.”

  Luke laughed and shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I like a man who’s blunt. Probably why I like you so much.” He winked at me, and my heart skipped a beat. “And to answer your question, sir, this is all very new, but if I have it my way, I will be your son’s boyfriend. And if we’re being blunt, you’re not the type I’d expect to be accepting of your son being gay.”

  I pursed my lips to hold in a laugh. My dad accepted a lot of things—me being gay and an assassin included.

  Dad grunted. “As long as he’s not one of them vegans who preaches about killing animals, I don’t care if he likes singing kumbaya every morning when he wakes up.”

  I raised my hands. Separately these two tried my patience, but together? No thank you. “All right, that’s enough. Luke, I will see you tonight at your party.”

  Luke hesitated, like he didn’t want to leave, but finally he nodded and stepped near me, slanting his mouth over mine in a brief kiss. He raised his hand in a wave toward Dad as I walked him to the door. At least Dad didn’t get a chance to ask about Luke’s bruises and scrapes.

  “Tonight, then?” Luke asked as he turned toward me.

  “Tonight. What time?”

  “Usually the party starts about eight, but we can make it seven? Get a good couch to make out on before someone decides to fuck on it.” His grin had me rolling my eyes.

  “Fine. Seven.” I couldn’t resist another kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I tasted myself on him. Grabbing my ass for a squeeze, he pulled back with a mischievous smile.

  “Can’t wait.”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  I watched him swagger his way to his bike, which was parked beside Dad’s bright fire-engine-red Ford truck. When he had his helmet on, he raised his hand in a wave and hit the ignition on the bike. The Ducati roared to life and he was gone, even if I could still hear the sound of the engine down the street.

  I went back inside to Dad, who was bent over in the fridge, humming and aahing over something in there.

  “Did you tell him he had jizz on his face still?” Dad asked.

  I held in a laugh. “Why are you here? I was about to get laid.”

  Dad straightened and turned with a Coke in his hand and then kicked the door of the fridge shut with the heel of his boot. He dropped the drink on the island and rolled up the long sleeves of his forest-green top before he sat at one of the chairs. “Innit the man you’re supposed to be protecting? That Barber guy.”

  “Yes. And?” I dropped in a seat on the other side of the island and sighed. This reminded me of the time he’d sat me down to give me the talk when he found out I was dating Harmon Foley, a guy who lived down the road from our isolated house. Now Harmon was a weatherman on the local news. Nothing ever fazed Dad, and he took everything in stride, even having a gay son. He’d done research at the time, talking to “the local gays,” as he’d said, to get some information about gay sex so he could educate his son. It’d been embarrassing, but as I looked back, I realized I was lucky to have him.

  “I thought you had a rule not to sleep with anyone involved with your assignments. Look what happened to Dean.” He popped open the can and took a chug of the Coke.

  “He wasn’t involved in another assignment, he was a hitman,” I grumbled. I missed Dean in a way because I’d never had to lie with him, at least not until the Society told me to kill him. I’d protested at first, until I’d found out what he’d done. There were a lot of boundaries we could push as assassins and hitmen, but some rules weren’t meant to be broken. Killing a hitman’s daughter…. The thought made me sick, and I didn’t regret putting a bullet in his head.

  “It doesn’t end well,” Dad said, raising his chin.

  “Thank you for the lecture, Gandhi.” I rolled my eyes. “I know what I’m doing.”

  “Do you?” He gave me an inquisitive stare that I was used to getting. He was my sounding board now that Dean was dead. I talked about my assignments and asked for his opinion on things I’d done. If anyone knew about death, it was him. “You’re good at your job, Quain, but you’re still a lot like your mother. When feelings get involved—”

  “They’re not,” I snapped. “We’re fucking, Dad. It’s about getting off, not feelings.”

  “Really?” He waved the Coke at me. “That boy wanted to know about you. It’s why he was trying to hang around. He wanted to ask me questions, get to know me because I’m your dad. I’ve seen it before, you know? I was the same way with your mother. When she finally told me what she did, and that being with her was dangerous, I didn’t care. I was head over heels.”

  “Barber is a biker. They fuck, drink, and bribe. They don’t do relationships.”

  “Ah, bullshit.” He took another long drink from the can and slammed it down on the counter. “They’re human beings, just like everyone else.”

  “Why bring up Mom? She wasn’t a killer like I am.”

  He shrugged. “She was, in her own way.”

  “She was in pharmaceuticals.”

  “And she made drugs for the US Army. They tested shit on soldiers that shouldn’t have been allowed for human consumption.” He glared at me. “She knew it was dangerous. It was one thing to make drugs to keep these soldiers awake for all hours of the day, but to create stronger men and women? They tried that before and look what happened. You get drugs like bath salts. When she wanted out…. Well, that’s when they came for her.”

  “I know,” I growled out, slamming my hand on the counter. “I was there, Dad. I saw them kill her, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do, was there? I was stuffed in a closet while they slit her throat.”

  His face softened and he placed his palm on my arm. “I don’t blame you, Quain. You avenged her death and killed those men later. Back then you were only seventeen. Nothing you could have done.”

  My shoulders shook and I was caught between anger and sadness. Memories of her screams filled my mind, and images of her blood spread out across the floor of her and Dad’s bedroom still haunted me—but it also fed my need for death. I killed men and women who deserved it. After Mom’s death, and meeting Ardan, who directed me to the Society, I had a purpose, and I doled out my own kind of justice. I got to choose which assignments I took and which I didn’t, and I focused on the people searching for revenge.

  Until Jeremy Booth contacted me. Luke had been an exception. Even now I didn’t know why I’d accepted the job. I hadn’t known Luke at the time. Sometimes I thought it was to spend more hours at home with KC.

  “I know,” I said after a quiet moment. “She’s what drives me. I kill for her.”

  He squeezed my arm and smiled warmly. “You’re strong like her, but I want you to fall in love, too, Quain. Like me and your mother did.”

  “Luke doesn’t know who I am, Dad, and I want to keep it that way.” I placed my hand on top of hi
s. “If he found out… he’d hate me for lying. I’m here because his father asked me to be, and Luke hates his father. I wouldn’t put it past him to try to kill me, and then I’d have to take him down. That’d only start a war with the Kings, and I’d need to move KC to safety. So no, he can’t find out.”

  He huffed. “Fine.”

  “Speaking about love, though, what happened to the lovely Mrs. Appleton? Last I heard she brought you a pie.”

  Dad wasn’t the type of guy to blush, but he did at the mention of one of his neighbors. He laughed nervously. “It’s nothing.”

  I leaned my elbow on the island and grinned. “Tell me.”

  His laughter grew louder but his voice was low as he told me about her flirting. The poor man had a schoolgirl crush, and I could completely relate.

  Damn it.

  Later that night, after over an hour fussing with KC on what clothes to wear, I headed to the Kings’ clubhouse. I was used to hiding in the shadows, watching Luke from afar as he fucked random men during these types of parties, so this was unusual for me. With King’s suspiciousness, I needed to find a way to smooth over tensions, and that meant biting the bullet and being the sweet hairstylist Luke thought I was.

  By the time I reached the clubhouse the party was in full swing, even though Luke said it didn’t really start until eight. Bikes and cars littered the front of the building, which still had bullet holes from a recent shootout they’d had here. I’d been there at the time, watching over Luke behind piles of scrap metal. I’d even shot a few Warriors, although the Kings had no idea.

  Parking my car off to the side so no one could hit it while they were drunk, I stepped out and pulled at my wool jacket. Tonight was cooler than it had been in a while, and it’d rained in the afternoon, sending a chill through the night air.